The first time it happened Quinn had thought she was imagining it. It had been quick, fast and hard. The action had happened so quickly that she was sitting down in her office when she realized what had happened. Huck had hit her on her bottom, she blushed thinking about it trying to push the thought to the side. There was absolutely no way that Huck would do that to anyone let alone her, sure he would put his hands on someone but it was to hurt them. A quick smack on the bottom wasn't really hurting anyone.
For the rest of the week she had began to notice that the incidents happened more frequently. Whenever she said something sarcastic, too playful, or down right rude. Now she knew it was more than just her overactive imagination.
"Huck." Quinn stood next to him but he hadn't looked away from his computer.
"Yeah."
"You aren't even paying attention to me!"
"I am, you're not saying anything. Do you have something you want to say to me?" He stopped typing and turned to look at her. Maybe she should have told him while he was still busy, now that he was looking at her and appeared innocent she wasn't sure how to phrase this. Quinn had felt much more confident practicing in the mirror in the bathroom. There was only one way to deal with this, a direct conversation, she didn't want to beat around the bush and risk chickening out.
"Why are you smacking my ass?" She asked, he stared at her for a few seconds. His facial expression hadn't changed and moments later he turned around and focused on his computer screen where the broken code was appearing. "I'm talking to you, you can't just ignore me." She heard him mumble something and moved closer to him. "What was that?"
"Because you deserve it."
"What?"
"You deserve it, some of the things you say, you need to think before you speak." Huck turned around slowly, "You need to be punished."
"And you're the one to do it, is that what you think?" Huck turned away from his computer screen and looked at her, he stood up slowly and moved away from her. "We may be friends but-" Before Quinn could say the next word he grabbed her and bent her over his work desk, he pressed his hand on the middle of her back and she struggled to move. Quinn had never been on the receiving end of Huck's violence, she didn't move or speak. She wasn't sure what he would do but knew he was capable of doing anything.
"I am the one to do it," He said and the first smack burned but she was glad he hadn't humiliated her by pulling up her skirt. "Someone needs to do it." Quinn counted each smack in her mind, she jerked away each time and her hips bumped into the edge of the work bench. It had hurt, it stung but there was a tightness growing in her middle with each smack. Quinn began to panic, she knew he wasn't going to kill her but she began to worry that she actually liked this. She knew her life was far from normal but how far down the ladder of normalcy had she fallen? Did she actually like this? Quinn wondered if she liked it because it was Huck doing it? She tried to ignore the way her hardened nipples were rubbing against the desk making it harder to pay attention and grasp the situation completely.
"Huck… stop…" She said, she tried to stop it but couldn't control her body. Not when he had her like this and when she was so close to the edge. He stopped spanking her and ran his hand over her bottom attempting to soothe the burn that was just under the skirt. Huck wasn't sure what had come over him and why he had done any of this. He could have chosen to ignore her, or even toss her out of his office but she was so flippant.
He felt her body roll and twist under his hand and he looked up and saw her looking back at him. He saw the look on her face, he had seen that look before, just not on her face. Did she like… Was she… She couldn't be. Huck stepped away from her and Quinn stood up straight after a few moments and as soon as she looked at him she fled the office. Huck knew he had crossed a line, normally he was able to control himself but it was always harder when it came to Quinn. He had went too far this time.
"Where's Quinn?" Olivia asked, this was her third time calling her. Quinn hadn't been sick and if she was going to miss work she would call ahead or tell Huck. This was her third day of missing work, something was wrong. "Huck, go and see what's wrong with her. I'll get Abby and Harrison filled in, you can catch up later."
Huck had stood there for a second, he knew she was the last person he wanted to see. He drove slowly trying to decide what he could say. He stood nervously in front of her door with a coffee in his hand, Quinn hadn't returned any of his phone calls. He wanted to give her time but he had to do this, Olivia asked and what Olivia wanted she got.
"Wait a minute," Quinn said and opened the door, she looked at him and shut the door quickly.
"Quinn, can we talk?" he asked, he had a feeling she was still on the other side of the door. "Olivia needs you to come back to work." Quinn opened the door and allowed him to step inside.
"I don't think I can come back to work, especially if you're there." She still hadn't looked at him yet.
"Quinn I'm sorry, I know it's not much but I know I crossed a line with you. One I thought I never would have and-" He stepped closer to her and noticed she took two steps backwards."You may never forgive me but Olivia really is worried."
"Tell her I'm sick-"
"She'll get you the best doctor and that doctor will say nothing is wrong with you-"
"But there is something wrong with me!" She yelled and folded her arms across her chest. "I know I'm far from normal but that's just… I'm not… That's not me. I'm not supposed to like that and I'm not supposed to like when you do it and I've thought and thought and…" She finally looked up at him, she hated that he looked so apologetic.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Quinn. This is just one more thing that makes you different… special…" Huck took a step forward and she didn't move and she hadn't looked away from him. "I'll never do that again if you don't want me to, I promise."
"What if I wanted you to?" Quinn asked, she spoke softly and nervously. This was something new, she was walking into unknown territory and wasn't sure how to make the next steps. Huck had been in her thoughts and her dreams and maybe if she did this and acted on what she wanted he would go away. He placed the cup of coffee down on the coffee table.
"It would change our relationship."
"It's already changed."
"You need to get ready, Olivia is expecting us back at OPA within the hour." Huck turned away and left her apartment. Quinn wondered if it was a yes or no, he hadn't given her an answer but he hadn't turned her away either.
Huck was glad that the day was over and that they were allowed to leave early for once. Quinn had stared at his hands all day, she didn't do it openly, only when they were alone. The fact that she was doing it was driving him up a wall. Huck didn't want to start an inappropriate relationship with Quinn. She was his friend, and co-worker but she wanted more. No, she needed more from him.
He wasn't sure how he found himself outside of her apartment. Yet here he was and after a pep talk in the car he stepped from the car. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he convinced himself that he was only here to apologize to Quinn and tell her their relationship would be only professional. He definitely didn't want to think of the idea of Quinn Perkins spread out across his lap, those weren't the type of thoughts he needed but they were there slowly crawling to the surface from the recesses of his mind. All the thoughts he had repressed sprang forward, now definitely wasn't the time and his hand hovered over her door. If he knocked what could he say? Was she at home? What if she was on a date? Worse, what if she brought her date back here.
His phone rang in his pocket, he rushed to answer it.
"I saw your car."
"I wanted to talk." Huck said, she opened the door and he followed her inside the apartment. She hadn't looked much different from how she appeared at work, the blazer had been tossed over the arm of her couch and she had abandoned the brown heels. The first few buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned, something Olivia would never approve of in the office.
"What did you want to talk about?" Quinn asked, he watched her disappear into the kitchen and return moments later.
"I… us… What happened, it was wrong, it shouldn't happen again." Huck spat out the words quickly.
"Shouldn't? But it could."
"Quinn, I…"
"Huck, listen, the last thing I need to do is feel like a rejected sick idiot-"
"You're not an idiot or sick, Quinn."
"Then explain it to me! Explain to me what's normal about this, why do I keep thinking about it and dreaming about it… and wanting it." She dropped down onto the couch and hid her face in her hands. Huck sat down slowly beside her, he wasn't sure what to say beside it wasn't odd. "I mean, I actually liked it… I seriously have some issues…"
"There's nothing wrong with you, Quinn. It's not you, it's…" He knew exactly what it was. It was the fact that it was Quinn, Olivia was still molding Quinn. Huck couldn't break her by doing things like that with her. Quinn was apart of their family now and it would be wrong, no matter how right it felt. The longer he sat next to her smelling her sweet perfume and the red wine she had been drinking the more he was convinced to act on it. It wasn't as if he didn't want to.
"You say that, but then you…" She looked up at him, he was thankful she hadn't started crying.
"You think I don't want to? You think I can just sit here and not…" Quinn stood up and started to walk away from him, he grabbed her by her wrist and yanked her across his lap. He was already upset with the way she acted today, the constant flirting and teasing which drove him up a wall. Huck knew most people thought he didn't have feelings and emotions, but he did, he was still a man. A man with very specific needs. "This is what you want?"
"Huck… I…" She turned her head and looked at him and he ran his fingertips delicately down her back. He moved his hand over her bottom and stopped at the hem of her skirt and yanked it up. She had began to squirm in his lap but he could see she wasn't trying to get away, she was pushing her hips up for him. Huck knew it probably wasn't easy for Quinn to be this way with anyone, only him. She trusted him openly and trusted him to see her this way.
Quinn had a high tolerance for pain, she had as a child, and now it was coming back to bite her in the ass. Huck was rough and she found that she liked being spread out over his lap this way, she had all his attention and she was the only thing that mattered. For every three blows he would stop and stroke the burning skin, he told her how good she was and she would push back against his hand. It was a silent plea for more, the tight feeling just below her belly button had grew into an intense pulling.
Huck felt her arching back against him, he looked down at her reddened bottom and could see her legs shaking. When had she started to push up onto her knee, he stroked the red flesh before moving down the backs of her thighs, he wanted to move his hand between her legs and feel the heat waiting for him. He knew she was wet and could tell by the way her breathing changed, one of her hands was gripping his leg tightly squeezing tighter as he delivered more successful smacks. He was afraid she would rip it off if she came.
"Don't stop…" She mumbled into the cushion but turned her head when he didn't listen to her. "Huck…" She felt his hands on her behind and then felt her panties being tugged down, she knew she was wet but didn't feel embarrassed about it. She should feel exposed and ashamed but right now all she wanted was this time with him. She spread her legs farther as she thought about how it would feel for him to touch her. "Are you going to touch me?"
"No."
"What?" Quinn nearly sat up, she wasn't sure what the hell he thought he was doing if he wasn't even going to touch her after getting her worked up like this. She had no problem throwing him out on his ass, he continued to pull off her panties and tossed them on the floor.
"I want to see you… on top of me." He moved his hand over her ass again, "Unless you don't want to…"
"No, I… You have to get out of those clothes."
Quinn struggled to sit up and led him towards the bedroom, she ripped the jacket off of him and pulled the shirt over his head before sliding the skirt off and working on her own buttons. When she was finished with her shirt and bra she tossed it on the floor with the pile of stared at his body before pushing him backwards onto the bed.
"You owe me for making me wait so long." Quinn said while climbing on top of him, she leaned forward and kissed him, he enjoyed the way she was overly affectionate. She straddled him and continued to kiss him pulling him closer, all she wanted was him inside her. She felt like was wound tight and any friction would sent her exploding into a million pieces which was exactly what she need.
She began to grind against him and he could feel her wetness sliding against him, his cock hardened and she hissed when he brought his hands to her ass. He had almost forgotten what had occurred moments before the entered her bedroom. He had spanked her and she had loved it, it was just one more thing that made Quinn different and drew him to her.
"Now… please…" She licked and kissed his neck, "I need you.." She gasped as she felt two fingers slid into her, stretching her and it felt good. It felt great, these were the same hands that had killed men and hacked, and now they were bringing her pleasure. She felt him moving against her clit as well, she was going to come and he hadn't even been inside of her.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, Quinn opened her eyes and looked at him. He had stopped moving his fingers inside of her and he looked worried.
"No, it's good… too good… don't stop." He kissed her, tasting the red wine as he positioned the head of his cock against her. He was crossing a line with her, he couldn't stop it and didn't see a reason to. Quinn Perkins was his and he was hers as well, he leaned back slowly watching as she sank down on him. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open as pleasure grabbed a hold of him, she began to move and he watched as she took her pleasure from him. His eyelids closed as she raked her fingers down his chest, over his hardened nipples. Huck raised his hands to her hips as she continued to move against him, there was an odd broken rhythm and he felt her squeezing him.
It was too tight, it was a beautiful painful sensation as she cried out his name. She collapsed on his chest, both of their breathing was labored and after a few moments of silence she sat up slowly and looked down at him.
"I'm not done with you yet." He said and all she could do was smile. He was still hard inside of her and he wouldn't be done with her for quite a while.
"You think this is going to make things weird?" Quinn asked as she lie beside him in bed.
"Things were already weird, but no I don't thinks so. Weird is good, right?"
"Right." Quinn said as her eyelids drifted shut, he heard her breathing deepen and knew she was asleep without looking at her. He had wore her out, there were bruises and bite marks on both of their bodies and he wasn't ashamed of what happened between both of them. It was the beginning of some new, odd and exciting.